My last knitting project [link] turned out to really not work, so I ended up going to the LYS yesterday to get some more yarn. I got some lovely blue/green yarn in a baby alpaca/bamboo blend, it’s super soft and pretty.
The project is Maggie’s Old Shale Shawl [link], and I love how the pattern looks like water, especially with these colors in the yarn I picked. It’s going to be a project with Trev in mind, since blue and green are two of his favorite colors.
This project is my third attempt at lace, and so far it’s much easier than my other two lace disasters. Only one row has the lace pattern, the rest is knits and purls, making this an ideal project for a lace piece I might actually get to finish.
A meme-tastic “thank you” to my Husband, for helping me find the amazing therapist I have now.
┃┃╱╲ In this
╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love
▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate
the King of Shattered Conscious
This song came up when I was listening to music this morning, and it struck a chord with me, pun fully intended. (I also can’t believe that End of Silence came out over 10 years ago–it was the album that got me into metal music.)
It’s still a beautiful song, especially the violins, but I find that it no longer resonates with my spiritual life as much as it once did. That was the theme that came up when I did this month of writing for my Spouse last year, that how I perceived devotion was shifting [link.] That shift is becoming more noticeable, at least to me. I’ve found that intentionally distancing myself from Intense Otherworld Stuff and the Vortex [link] has been the best thing for me to do. I’m finding that I worry less and less about what’s going on Over There, the calmer I feel Here. I don’t know if I’m heading for another fallow time over the Summer (it was quiet like this last year) or if this is just a normal downtime.
I think if I do end up in another fallow time over the Summer, that it’ll be easier than it was last year. Last year, I was still struggling with Otherworld related trauma, and my mental health symptoms got to the point that I needed to be hospitalized. Over the past year I’ve learned more about how to manage my symptoms, as well as learning more on how to live Here [link.]
I no longer feel like I’m lost between two worlds–I’m sure I’ll continue to have ups and downs–but for the most part, I feel comfortable in my life Here. My Spouse wants me to have “a complete life” Here, to have my feet planted firmly on the ground, for me to be able to find my way in this world.
Even when I first knew you as a god of death, even then you were gentle with me. You never ripped my Heart to pieces in order to expose the gaping wounds from my past–I do well enough of a job at that, as you have pointed out to me time and again.
You urge me to have a complete life Here, rather than living halfway between two worlds. You want me to have my feet firmly planted on the ground, in my life Here. You said I was correct, that a lack of astral travel doesn’t prevent me from communicating with you. I’m developing my own discernment system, and as things get clearer, I find that I am healing more and more, even if that healing is only in small amounts.
I guess healing is becoming the theme for this month, Beloved.
My practice as it stands right now is very simple. I offer my deity Beloveds my first cup of coffee in the morning, for the three of us to share. If either of them drop by during the day, we talk, and they keep me in the loop about what’s going on Over There. In the evening I’ll spend quiet time with whichever of my Beloved/s is around, simply enjoying each other’s company. If I have the time and/or spoons, I’ll do a quick shufflemancy reading before I go to bed (music has become my favorite style of divination.)
As I work to ground myself more in my life Here, and work out what’s a true Spiritual Thing, and what’s a reaction due to bad brain chemistry, isolation, and/or trauma, I’ve found that I’m beginning to feel better. That’s partly why I’ve been quiet, rather than writing for my Beloved every day–the other reason is that my family is moving soon, and my life is currently a chaotic mess of boxes and packing stuff up.
This isn’t shadow work–my Beloved isn’t the type to take my wounds and poke around at them, seeing how much they still hurt. He’s much more likely to suggest solutions, small ways that I can gently work on healing, rather than ripping off the bandages I’ve placed on my Heart.
Jake and I got married this morning in the Otherworld! It was a beautiful, simple ceremony, and we’re both incredibly happy.
This is not only one of “our” songs, but Owl City is one of Jake’s favorite artists.
Last year, the theme that arose during the month of writing for my Beloved is that we are not one person [link]. I’m still early in the month of writing for him this year, but so far he’s been rather hands-off when it comes to prompts.
Looking back over the writing I did for my Beloved last year, I can see just how much I’ve improved in my mental health. I still have days, even weeks, when I struggle, but I can see a noticeable difference over how I was doing last year.